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Taken by surprise by the swiftness of the attack, you can’t help but flinch–even with your <span class="mu-g">BONE SPEED</span> you barely have time to close your eyes before…
…
… Nothing.
“<span class="mu-g">Well that’s a shame.</span>”
Opening your eyes once more, you find Shannon back in her, well, normal<span class="mu-i">ish</span> form staring daggers at you with her glowing green eyes. Standing mere inches away from you, you peer down to find a semi-transparent hand poking through your chest!
“<span class="mu-g">Looks like you let go of that LEAF just in time, kitten… and we nearly lost our temper.</span>”
Retracting her rapidly fading hand from your body, the fairy looks at you again with a smug grin before turning around and walking away. “<span class="mu-g">Don’t call us, please–we’ll call YOU.</span>”
Hey, you shout, where the hell does she think she’s goi-<span class="mu-s">GURK!</span>
Before you can chase the fairy down, your vision swims and your stomach churns as your senses are overpowered by an intense wave of nausea! Stumbling to the platform floor, you crash onto your side as you feel a pain akin to a thousand Lil’ Stanleys tearing you open from the inside!
“<span class="mu-g">Come now, kitten–what did you expect? An all-or-nothing, action movie battle to save the day?</span>” Shannon croons as she turns to watch you writhe in pain! “<span class="mu-g">There’s an old human saying: ‘the most painful strike comes not from the front, but the side.’ We can’t recall who invented it, exactly, but we think it serves as a polite warning…</span>”
Opening your mouth to respond with something witty, your body takes the opportunity to expel whatever the heck’s eating away at your insides! As you spill your guts out all over the platform, your ex-employer trots over on her high boots one more time to watch you suffer.
“<span class="mu-g">Our reprisal, Stanley Parble, will NOT be a climactic battle worthy of song–it will be a slow, painful death… one seasoned with the misery of everyone you and your progeny will ever know and love…</span>”
Stooping down to your side as you continue to puke uncontrollably, Shannon’s rapidly-fading form gives you one last genial smile. “<span class="mu-g">Look forward to it, kitten. Oh, and by the way… NONE OF THIS EVER HAPPENED.</span>”
Before you can get the last word, time catches back up to you.
That and the <span class="mu-r">DEMONS,</span> of course.
<span class="mu-b">ABILITY PASTEBIN UPDATED!</span>
>CONTD.
